September 5, 2021

It is a cool seventy degrees in Brooklyn tonight and I am waiting for the sun to disappear behind the grand pillars of the museum while the green of the park floats into the evening, making me breath in some other time and place. The sky is flooded with the color of cold sea, dusk saturating the open air. It smells like barbeque, rain dusted leaves and the start of a new season and suddenly I am walking into the blue, a wave of welcome wind washing over me.

- E.L.